Nangong Xu asked, so many people were still waiting for Nangong Mu to give an explanation, but Nangong Mu was minding his own business putting the wine back into the bottle, without caring about anyone else.
"Poisonous? Fart poison!"
Nangong Mu blew his beard, and his tone was somewhat repulsive. He had just taken a sip, and as soon as the wine entered his stomach, a strong fire elemental power instantly burned in his Dantian, and the Lihuo Zhenqi that had not grown for a long time suddenly disappeared.
The kung fu increased by one circle out of thin air.
Nangong Mu has been in the middle stage of Wuzong for many years. In recent years, his skill growth has been getting smaller and smaller. That wine can actually enhance his skill. You can imagine how excited Nangong Mu is.
Such a bottle of wine was almost wasted. Nangong Mu felt regretful and a little angry. He was so angry that he complained to Chen Dasheng to death. Such a good thing, this boy didn't explain it clearly to himself.
, I really thought it was an ordinary bottle of wine and gave it away generously.
If Chen Dasheng knew what Nangong Mu was thinking, he would probably be more unjust than Dou E. He put it in a broken box to keep a low profile. Who would have expected that Wang Chufei and others would come here, and he himself would stop it
Yes, but they didn't take it seriously.
"Shibo, is Fei'er okay?" Nangong Mu meant that the wine was not poisonous. Wang Shifeng was really worried when he saw Wang Chufei's miserable condition.
After sealing the wine bottle again, Nangong Mu held the wine bottle in his hand. He was very angry at this time. Hearing Wang Shifeng's words, he immediately said, "What can happen? This wine is too powerful. This guy is not overestimating his abilities."
.I was sustained by the medicinal strength!"
"Were you sustained by the power of the medicine?" Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Only half a glass of wine could really sustain a fat man in the martial arts realm like this?
"Shibo, please save Fei'er!" After being stunned, Wang Shifeng anxiously turned to Nangong Mu and said, Nangong Mu is the Xiantian Wuzong, there must be a way to save Wang Chu Fei.
This kid was arrogant and drank half a glass of good wine. Nangong Mu Zhengjue suffered a loss. Hearing this, he immediately waved his hand in annoyance, "Don't worry, this kid has a strong physique. Take him back and use his luck to transform it for him."
If he can bear the accumulated energy in his body, his skill will improve greatly. Even though he is in so much pain, this kid has made a profit this time. What a pity for my good wine!"
He just took a sip of the wine and felt a little hot. Wang Chufei actually dared to drink half the glass. Nangong Mu's face was full of pain, and he held the bottle tightly in his hand, but he did not dare to give it to anyone again.
Drink.
"Earn it?"
They were all bleeding from their Qiqiao orifices, and they only had half their life left, yet they actually said they had made money. No one knew what to say, and Wang Shifeng did not dare to question Nangong Mu's words. However, he was worried about his son's safety, so he asked more questions.
One sentence, "What if Fei'er can't carry it?"
"If you can't bear it, then you can only blame him for not having that kind of luck. At most, his meridians will be damaged and he will become a cripple!" Nangong Mu said directly.
"Cruel?" Wang Shifeng was dumbfounded, and Wang Chufei's mother next to him couldn't help but burst into tears.
Nangong Mu waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's still early, take him down quickly and dissolve the energy in his body as soon as possible. Although the power of this wine is violent, as long as he can bear it, it will definitely be beneficial and harmless!"
Nangong Xu did not dare to neglect, and quickly called two servants, and gently lifted Wang Chufei down. Wang Shifeng and his wife did not dare to stay any longer. They apologized to Nangong Mu and then retreated.
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Seeing this scene, many people couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads. Fortunately, the wine was not poisonous, otherwise, I really don't know how this matter would end today.
Everyone was silent. Nangong Mu turned to look at Zhuang Shaoxian. Zhuang Shaoxian trembled all over and was speechless. Nangong Mu shook his head, "From now on, speaking should be based on the occasion. You can't just say anything!"
"Yes Yes!"
Zhuang Shaoxian's face changed suddenly. Although Nangong Mu's tone was already very gentle, Zhuang Shaoxian could feel that Nangong Mu was already dissatisfied with him. At this time, he calmed down and thought about it. He had just insisted that Chen Dasheng poisoned the wine, which was indeed a bit hasty.
Already.
If Chen Dasheng was really poisoned, then Chen Dasheng would undoubtedly have no chance of recovery. However, Nangong Mu personally confirmed that the wine was not poisonous, and his character had completely changed. His shouting just now was completely embarrassing.
Nangong Mu shook his head and turned to look at Chen Dasheng. Chen Dasheng shrugged and quickly turned his face to the side, as if it was none of his business.
"You brat, I'll settle the score with you later!" Nangong Mu glared at Chen Dasheng.
"What does it have to do with me?" Chen Dasheng muttered.
It was not easy to reprimand Chen Dasheng at this time, so Nangong Mu temporarily put it aside, turned around, waved his hands to the people surrounding him, and said with a smile, "Okay, this misunderstanding is all my fault for my carelessness. Please sit down again!"
There was no one around to watch the show. As soon as Nangong Mu spoke, everyone went back to their seats, and everyone was whispering about the episode just now.
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Everyone sat down again, and Nangong Mu immediately pulled Chen Dasheng to leave. He wanted to find a place to ask Chen Dasheng about the wine, but Chen Dasheng couldn't resist him and could only follow him.
"Hey, old friend Nangong, what kind of wine makes you so precious? Can I let the poor monk and others try it too?" After walking a few steps, an old voice came from the side.
Nangong Mu stopped and turned around, only to see a few old men sitting next to him staring at him. The one who spoke was a bald man whom Chen Dasheng recognized. It was Master Dingming, the abbot of Laolin Temple whom he had just met yesterday.
Dingming's eyes were fixed on the wine bottle in Nangongmu's hand.
Nangong Mu blew his beard and suddenly lost his temper, "You old monk, a monk still wants to drink. Do you want to ruin your decades of practice?"
Dingming smiled sarcastically and said, "Amitabha, the saying that meat and wine have passed through the intestines has stayed in the heart of the Buddha. Although the poor monk does not want to ruin his practice, it is only a cup of fruit wine. The poor monk can taste it while he waits!"
"Haha, Master Dingming is a monk and can't drink, so there is no need to give him wine. However, we are begging you for a drink. You won't be stingy, right?"
Laughter came, and the speaker was an old man in Taoist attire with white beard and hair. Chen Dasheng also knew this man. Nangongmu had introduced him just now. It was Deng Jiugong from Jiugong Mountain who had a small grudge against Chen Dasheng. But in
With Nangong Mu's help, the hatred has been resolved.
There were several leaders next to him, all of whom were big figures in the Chinese martial arts world. Their eyes were full of curiosity and desire, and they were all thinking about the bottle of wine in their hands. Nangong Mu's face trembled. He opened his mouth so many times.
How much wine do you have to drink?
Are they all a bunch of jackals! Looking at the smiling faces in front of me, although the people at this table are not as strong as him, they are all figures with illustrious status in the world. Although they all treat him as a junior, they still
We usually meet among equals, so many people are begging him for a drink. Is he embarrassed not to give it to them?
If given, there are so many people here, let alone a sip for each person, even if it is a drop for each person, it would not be enough for him to take out two bottles of wine together. Holding the wine bottle in his hand, he was extremely entangled in his heart.
Chen Dasheng couldn't help laughing when he looked at Nangong Mu's appearance. It was rare to see this old man with such an expression.
"Hey, it seems that old friend Nangong wants to eat alone? Forget it, I'd better eat some vegetarian food as a poor monk!" Dingming suppressed his smile and shook his head pretending to be disappointed.
As soon as Dingming finished speaking, Deng Jiugong shook his head and said, "That's right. How can we be embarrassed to drink something given by my grandson-in-law!"
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A group of old men and women, all holding back their bad intentions, wanted to trick Nangong Mu into tasting the wine in his hand. After all, there were definitely not many things that could make Nangong Mu lose his composure.
Nangong Mu's expression changed again and again, then he smiled while stroking his beard, and walked over with the wine bottle in hand, "You guys have underestimated me, it's just a bottle of wine. It's not that I don't want to share it, it's just that this wine is overbearing.
I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear it!”
Although he was thick-skinned, he still refused to take it out. Deng Jiugong and others were a little disappointed. It seemed that Nangongmu was determined to be an iron rooster. It would be extremely difficult to pluck his hair.
